Rain rippled reflection of a streetlight lamp,
Black sky emblazed by the lightening’s flare,
Bright breeze encumbers each nestled camp,
All are awakened by the storm’s captive air.
Sweet toddler cuddling in his mother’s arms,
While she keeps rocking the baby will sleep,
Soft voices whisper; it has all the charms-
To keep babe from trembling safe in her keep.
Peter Lowell Paulson
January 23, 2012
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